BENNY’S BORN

I read the newspaper headlines early this morning and wanted to go back to sleep. My nightmares are not as crazy as this waking world. But then I remembered my grandson was to be born this day and, as I dressed and drove to the hospital, I despaired. A cold fog had settled on the gray Indiana town, seeming to smother the present, as my mind clouded with the news smog that cloaked the future. I feared for my grandson.What kind of weary, warring world was he inheriting? However, not much later, gingerly holding my hour-old Grandson in my arms, I saw him smile for what may have been the very first time, a sign of pleasure at the sense of touch. And, knowing that he had no debts, no prejudices, no knowledge of religion, and that hate had yet to find him, I wondered – Is there yet hope for us?